Small goals, first to be the world's first [Competition]

"Zhong Yu, you are fucking slow to take a walk inside!! Didn't wake up? If you can't do it, you can admit defeat now!"

"No offense at all? That's great. If it's still like this in the next round, you will play like this every game in the future and don't attack! You can just cut."

There seemed to be a lot of noise coming from the rest bench of the Chinese team. Everyone looked in surprise and saw the Chinese coach who pointed at the Chinese players and scolded them, and another Chinese player next to the Chinese coach with a slightly confused expression.

Even Enoch Robb, who was wiping sweat and drinking water on the German team's rest bench, couldn't help but look sideways and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Before the game, he caught a glimpse of Su Haizhong sitting on the coach's bench. Of course, out of displeasure, he never let his eyes go there.

However, the situation at this time is interesting.

Although he couldn't understand such a large section of Chinese, it was obvious that his opponent was being scolded, and Su Haizhong was mercilessly... um, pointing his nose and scolding him?

Enoch Rob wiped his sweat casually, with a towel hanging around his neck, his deep brown pupils turned to the Chinese team's bench, his eyes swept over Su Haizhong's flushed face and eyes full of anger, gently He sneered.

"What's the matter, Enoch?" The coach of the German team said with a headache when he saw the big baby who suddenly came to compete without following the routine.

Oh my god, the expression of their world No. [-], I hope there will be no moths, this baby is really a hot potato in his hands, the coach of the German team hopes that this game can end safely, has insisted It's the last day, and in half a day, he will be liberated.

If possible, he hoped that when there was Enoch Robb in the team, he would never lead the team alone like this time again. It feels really uncomfortable to be worried every day.

After all, this is an unmanageable thorn that their head coach has stamped.

"The Chinese on the opposite side looks like just an ordinary chipper, speed up the pace and end this game, Enoch." So, the coach of the German team said to their big baby.

"It's nothing, I will, coach." After taking the water handed over by the coach in front of him, Enoch Rob squinted his eyes and replied easily.

Zhong Yu didn't feel any pressure or threat in the last game. During the short break between games, the world number one looked at the lively Chinese team and even thought of other things that had nothing to do with the game.

That Su Haizhong doesn't seem to have anything to do with the "elegance" and "grace" that Eli said. When he goes back, he must expose the true face of the Chinese team coach to Eli.

I'm the one most worthy of Eli's admiration, Enoch Robb thought again.

Not knowing that his opponent still has time to become narcissistic on the field, Zhong Yu is still enduring the storm from Su Haizhong at this time.

Oh, so it was just about not attacking, it's okay.

Zhong Yu blinked, he was already prepared for this.

Without changing his face, he stretched out his hand and gently took Su Haizhong's hand pointing at him away from his face. Facing Su Haizhong's angry eyes staring at him, Zhong Yu calmly opened his mouth and took out the hand he had long ago. Prepared remarks.

"Head coach, the chop in the first game was to test Enoch Robb's strength, and also to allow myself to adapt to the atmosphere of the semifinals. After all, you know, I haven't played such a big game for many years. gone."

"Of course I am very serious about this game. Don't worry, head coach. In the next game, I will look for opportunities to attack."

After explaining, Zhong Yu shrugged, looked away from Su Hai's eyes, turned to Su Yuan, who seemed to have no idea what was going on, and said with a relaxed smile, "Yuan Bao, where is the water?" Your brother is dying of thirst."

"Oh oh oh, here." Hearing this, Su Yuan bent down quickly, took out the water plant of sweet potato from his bag and handed it to him like a bamboo bottle.

Of course, what's inside is not actually mineral water, but a functional sports drink, which Zhong Yu specially prepared before the match.

Su Yuan didn't know why Zhong Yu didn't like the taste of sports drinks but replaced mineral water with sports drinks before this game. Now that he saw Zhong Yu's new racket and chopping style, he understood a little bit. .

Functional sports drinks can provide a lot of energy and help athletes quickly replenish their physical strength in a short period of time, and chipping is an energy-consuming style of play for LJ, whether it is offensive or defensive, so... Even this little bit of physical strength has to be taken into account. Shanyu definitely planned this game well in advance.

……

After taking a few sips of the sports drink, Zhong Yu frowned slightly, obviously not liking the taste.

However, he endured it. The break between rounds was very short. After drinking the sports drink, Zhong Yu threw the water bottle back to Yuan Bao. After looking at the time, it was almost the same. Seeing that Su Haizhong didn't seem to be yelling at him again, Zhong Yu Yu nodded with satisfaction, turned and walked towards the table.

Su Yuan looked at his brother's breezy and cheerful back, holding the water bottle that his brother threw to him in his arms, and looked even more confused.

He turned his head sideways, looked at his father who still had a dark face and was exuding an unfriendly manner, and said cautiously: "Hey, d...Head coach, why are you so angry? I think what Shanyu just said seems very interesting reason……?"

Su Yuan was in a daze from the moment his father threw the towel on Zhong Yu in a rage. Although Zhong Yu hadn't told them about the change of racket and style of play in this game, watching the first game, apart from giving Su Yuan had a strange feeling that he couldn't tell, the score didn't reveal any problems.

Unable to adapt to the strength and rhythm of the world's number one, coupled with the fact that there may be a certain strength gap, the first game was scored 7:11, which is already a very good result, and it is enough to show that Zhong Yu's sudden switch to chopping Law does work.

Moreover, what Shanyu said just now seems to Su Yuan to be justifiable and irrefutable, it is too reasonable.

Therefore, he couldn't understand why his father was so angry.

Isn't his father a person who can't accept flexibility?

Su Yuan looked at his father with wide eyes, and the thoughts in his heart were clearly written in his eyes eager to know the answer.

Su Haizhong was stared at by his son's eyes full of curiosity, and rubbed his temples with quite a headache. He held back, but still couldn't hold it back completely.

"That makes sense!" Su Hai gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.

Su Yuan: 0.0?

But no matter how much, Su Haizhong would not want to speak again.

It is impossible for Zhong Yu to learn any experience from this semi-final match against Samuel Mancini, the world's No. [-] Samuel Mancini who does not attack and imitates, let alone improve in the game.

Other people's things will not become their own after all, Su Haizhong knows this truth very well.

But this is not even the main point in this game. What makes Su Hai angry and disappointed the most is Zhong Yu's attitude towards the game and competition.

Why doesn't he speak?

Does he want to tell his son that Zhong Yu is talking nonsense, and he deliberately changed his chopping style to consume the world's number one stamina, so that it will make it easier for you to win in the final at night?

Based on his understanding of his son's character, if he knew that Zhong Yu was doing this to pave the way for him, he would have to be furious, and he might even get into a corner in the final tonight.

Therefore, Zhong Yu didn't continue to be scolded because of Su Yuan's credit. In order not to affect Su Yuan's state in the final at night, Su Haizhong temporarily held back the scolding in his heart.

As for Zhong Yu's high-sounding explanation?Oh, it's okay to fool his son, fool him?How can it be.

Who is Su Haizhong? He has been the head coach of the national team for so long. Although he is not in the mood in life, he has never been sloppy in table tennis.

Even though he has not taken care of the national team for several years, his vision has never lagged behind.

As early as in the practice match between Su Yuan and Zhong Yu, Su Haizhong realized that his little apprentice was also a thorn, but he never expected that it would be this kind of thorn.

Sacrifice yourself to pave the way for others?Even if this other person is his own son, the competitive spirit engraved in Su Haizhong's blood does not allow him to feel the slightest comfort, and even more anger.

This kid, after staying abroad for so many years, has he treated his brain like a fool? ?

But the game has already started, and Su Haizhong just wants to settle the score, and he can't settle the score now.

Under the public, there are cameras recording.

Negative competition is a scandal for any athlete, not to mention the nature of Zhong Yu is a little more serious than negative competition.

After all, he is his apprentice, and in line with the principle that family ugliness should not be publicized, Su Haizhong temporarily suppressed himself on the field.

But wait until the game is over?

After the game, this kid is finished. Su Hai hugged his chest and watched the game continue to develop in the field with cold eyes.

Su Yuan, who didn't get an answer, had no choice but to be puzzled, and turned his attention back to the competition.

"Master, master, do you know why my father is so angry? Is there something wrong with the way Shanyu plays?"

Still not reconciled to not getting an answer, Su Yuan gave Mo Youqian permission to watch the game from the bottom of his heart, and asked for advice earnestly and humbly.

Mo Youqian was free all year round, so he quickly responded.

"...What kind of game is this, the semi-finals? Is that the bamboo horse brother you mentioned earlier?"

"Correct."

"Is it your final tonight?" Mo Youqian asked again.

"Well, what does this have to do with it?"

The relationship was serious, Mo Youqian looked at the screen in the air, waved away a group of old slickers who wanted to take the opportunity to see Su Yuan, watched the match between Zhongyu and Enoch Robb, and squinted his eyes.

He said: "Su Yuan, after you finish the final, you may know why your father is so angry."

"At that time, if you think it is necessary, what I said before is still valid."

Su Yuan was taken aback when he heard the words, what words?

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After a busy day, I didn’t start writing until after ten o’clock in the evening. I actually finished writing. I’m so awesome. I’ve been hollowed out and said QAQ

That's right, if Zhong Yu is like this, he will be blasted, everyone, don't learn (*￣3￣)╭?